Not slutty by nature

I am not one who likes to go to dress up parties. As a matter of fact, I don’t even like Halloween all that much.

That said, we just went to our friend Lars’ 40th birthday party. He’s British, so the theme was Come As Your Favorite Brit. After my long deep breath and several searches on line for famous British people, there were several I thought I might be able to pull off:  The Queen, Margaret Thatcher, one of The Beatles or maybe even Mick Jagger (I do have the mouth). Adam suggested crash car Diana, which I LOVED, but it felt a little too wrong to pull off but still a stellar idea.

I have only had two successful encounters with dressing up as someone else. The first is when I went as Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction. I wish I had a picture because it was fierce! I had the hair, the white shirt, the pants and the srynge sticking out of my chest. Now that was fun.

Last weekend I chose someone I hadn’t even heard of. Funny enough my 73 year old dad asked me who I was going as and when I said, “Some woman named Amy Winehouse.” His response was, “Oh that singing drug addict slut?”

And some how with George Micheal at my side, it got pulled off and was actually fun. Just don’t make me do it for another 7 years.

Filed under current events, friends | Comment (1)